The same harsh, unforgiving countenance--mean with anger and petty thoughts.

As she moved hesitatingly toward him he said, "You are not to go out of the yard." And he reentered the house.

What a mysterious cruel world! Could it be the same world she had lived in so happily all the years until a few days ago--the same she had always found "God's beautiful world," full of gentleness and kindness?
And why had it changed?
What was this sin that after a long sleep in her mother's grave had risen to poison everyone against her?
And why had it risen?
It was all beyond her.
She strolled wretchedly within bounds, with a foreboding of impending evil.

She watched Lew in the garden; she got her aunt to let her help with the churning--drive the dasher monotonously up and down until the butter came; then she helped work the butter, helped gather the vegetables for dinner, did everything and anything to keep herself from thinking.

Toward eleven o'clock her Uncle Zeke appeared in the dining-room, called his wife from the kitchen.